Along the river and toward the mountains a morning shadow shimmers across the road. The rays of the first light jet through the trees and across a figure gliding upon the road. His breath trails in short spurts, petrified as it hits the icy air. All is quiet except the slight sound of the athlete as he summons himself for yet another days work. Soon the rest of the world will bustle with life as well and the brief simplicity of cyclist and nature will disappear into the everyday struggle of life in full motion; the errands and intervals, the appointments and intersections, and the deadlines and finish lines OutPaceTheRace

Thursday, March 22, 2007

The shades that reflect reality

March 22, 2007Redlands, CA

You know that feeling when the horizon is so bright that you can’t think or even consider your next move until a moment passes? Yet even when that moment does pass, the horizon just begins to shine brighter… I’ve considered this so many times now. The world is one big bright sphere of potential with no actual reality. Everything is “this could be that” and “that could be this…” Nothing is actually set in stone. When I take a look into the future many visions appear, but each time I look, the sight is so bright that I can’t make sense of even one of them.Maybe soon, perhaps quite soon, the future will emerge and what it holds will become clear…